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I'm still waiting for the memory to die
That lives in red dusks, in the husk of hope,
That howls and rages every dawn between
My first waking thoughts and the office door
But then I suppose a week isn't long,
After all, to heft and swallow a death.
To forget the press of lips, and her hands
In my hair, her laughter etching my heart.
I could write a list of the long shadows
Map a city of lights, longing, a life.
Kronos: Why aren't you enough? Destroyer
Of worlds and crumbler of things - I'm still here.
I'm still here, waiting, between the where I
Am and the when in which she might love me.
Mar. 12th, 2013
There are good days and bad days. Today was a good day despite only getting four hours sleep.
A student came into my office this morning to give me a present - a Noam Chomsky book that he came across while in the city. That was really nice. Then, all my classes went unexpectedly well, despite minimal planning. I think it's the lack of sleep - lets me cut loose or something. Things flow.
I practised guitar and piano, and the songs I'm currently learning are on the verge of being performance-ready, so I felt accomplished.
Tomorrow I'm teaching the Year 7s how to write poetry analyses. I made up some good worksheets for it today that I'm rather proud of. I shared them around with grateful colleagues. That felt nice.
Tomorrow I also have a meeting with the Deputy Principal and Head of English about last year's Year 12 results. Once upon a time I would have been nervous, but I find that I no longer am.
Tomorrow night I also have another meeting for all involved in the China Exchange program. There are too many meetings in my life. I still feel very disconnected from the fact that I'm taking 12 kids on exchange very very soon. I feel like I should be nervous about that as well, but I'm not.
I've been reading "Selected Poems 1965-1990" of Marilyn Hacker. I am envious of the way she can string words together effortlessly, almost casually, and still come up with these simple and piercing phrases every now and again.
A student came into my office this morning to give me a present - a Noam Chomsky book that he came across while in the city. That was really nice. Then, all my classes went unexpectedly well, despite minimal planning. I think it's the lack of sleep - lets me cut loose or something. Things flow.
I practised guitar and piano, and the songs I'm currently learning are on the verge of being performance-ready, so I felt accomplished.
Tomorrow I'm teaching the Year 7s how to write poetry analyses. I made up some good worksheets for it today that I'm rather proud of. I shared them around with grateful colleagues. That felt nice.
Tomorrow I also have a meeting with the Deputy Principal and Head of English about last year's Year 12 results. Once upon a time I would have been nervous, but I find that I no longer am.
Tomorrow night I also have another meeting for all involved in the China Exchange program. There are too many meetings in my life. I still feel very disconnected from the fact that I'm taking 12 kids on exchange very very soon. I feel like I should be nervous about that as well, but I'm not.
I've been reading "Selected Poems 1965-1990" of Marilyn Hacker. I am envious of the way she can string words together effortlessly, almost casually, and still come up with these simple and piercing phrases every now and again.
